Ancient Road Studio.

An Hao coaxed Dunun to sleep upstairs, and left the bedroom and poured a glass of water to drink.

As soon as I put the water cup back on the table, I saw Chi Weiwan running upstairs.

"An An, this time I've encountered a tough guy!"

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Looking at her in a hurry, An Hao reached out to hold her down the momentum of continuing to rush forward, "Speak slowly."

"Didn't we also open a custom clothing studio on the street last month?"

An Hao sat on the sofa aside and nodded.

"When they first opened, didn't you go see it? Why does it have anything to do with that studio?"

"If she hadn't borrowed the east wind that made our studio a big fire, I wouldn't believe she could open the studio." Chi Weiwan snorted, with a little angry expression.

As soon as she mentioned the studio on the street, Chi Weiwan looked like a gritting expression. An Hao had been watching for almost a month, and he had already gotten used to it. While listening, he also took an orange and threw it, reminding her, "Go back to the topic."

"oh!"

"The studio over there launched an ink painting series this week, and all the clothes designed were designed using ink paintings. Just now, a customer came to our store and asked us to design a long ink dress. Mu Hui told the customer that our studio only provides embroidered clothes, but was belittled by the other party. I responded with impulse!"

An Hao turned around and went to see Chi Weiwan, "Are you suspecting that this guest was hired by the studio on the street to suppress us?"

Chi Weiwan nodded fiercely, "I told Tan Qing and the others, and they also feel the same."

After that, he couldn't help but clench his fists and knocked down the table, "If this is the case, it would be too disgusting!"

An Hao didn't think anything.

No matter what industry, it is impossible to add competition.

Faced with this kind of provocation that is actually not innovative, they have two choices.

First, admit that you don’t know.

The second is to create a work that will make the other party shut up.

If you choose one of the two, Anhao will naturally choose the second one.

Escape means admitting defeat, which she can't bear.

“What request did this guest make?”

An Hao knocked on the table and reminded Chi Weiwan to talk about the serious matters.

"The guest said that her favorite ancient poem was "Spring River Moon Night". I hope our studio can design a piece of clothing based on the artistic conception in this ancient poem."

I felt better and my chin was slightly better.

This is the problem.

"Spring River Moon Night" has always been called the masterpiece of eternal songs. Almost every sentence is a scene. To integrate all of these into one piece of clothing, it will take a lot of excuses to let the designer choose composition, and the finished product must not be mistaken.

Tsk!

“This is a very demanding one.”

Chi Weiwan reached out and held half of Anhao's arm and leaned over, "An An, I remember you can draw too, why don't you try it?"

It’s okay for them to draw embroidery on their clothes, but they can only catch them blindly when it comes to ink and water paintings that emphasize artistic conception.

An Hao didn't nod or shook his head, "Don't worry, let me think about it."

"Then think about it slowly, I'll go down and do something else first."

After Chi Wu left late, An Hao stood up and walked to the bookshelf drawer on the other side, found a brush and a stack of rice paper to put it on the desk, and first wrote down the poem "Spring River Moon Night".

A piece of clothing is only a little area at most, and it also takes into account the overall beauty. This is much more difficult than just drawing a picture of ink.

As the evening approached, when Pei Sheng came to pick up Anhao and Dundun, Anhao was still shaking the crib in front of the desk and holding a pen in the other hand to draw the composition he had figured out on paper.

Pei Sheng walked over and picked Dun Dun up, reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of the little guy's mouth, and then skillfully touched Dun Dun's butt. He felt so dry and refreshed that he took his hand back, walked behind An Hao and looked at the ancient poem written on the table.

"Are you ready to paint the moonlit night in the spring river?"

The composition on the paper can be seen vaguely, and combined with the piece of paper with the poem "Flowers in the Spring River" written on it, it can be seen clearly.

An Hao nodded, put his pen and wiped the ink that was accidentally stained on his hands.

"Today, a guest wanted to customize a dress with the artistic conception of "Spring River Moon Night". I thought I could try to draw it first, but I thought it for an afternoon, but I still felt something was wrong."

Pei Sheng put Dundu back into the crib, pulled Anhao to the side of the sofa, and helped her press her shoulder: "Don't worry."

An Hao shook his head, "We must not be anxious. We have responded to the other party's challenge, so we must naturally work hard to do our best."

Pei Sheng has been picking up and dropping off An Hao and Dundu during this period, so he naturally knew that a studio was opened on the street not long ago, "Is it that Zhenyi Studio?"

"Yeah." An Hao knew that as soon as Pei Sheng came up, everyone downstairs would never run upstairs at this time, so he simply lay comfortably on the back of the sofa and let Pei Sheng press it for a while. "The other party obviously wanted to step on us."

An Hao had a intuition that even if Chi Weiwan didn't take this job at that time, the other party would try every means to stimulate her to respond. When their studio made this dress, the Zhenyi Studio would also launch clothes with the artistic conception of "Spring River Moon Night". An Hao had seen it in the photos taken by Chi Weiwan. Although the other party did borrow the east wind from their studio to open it, there was really someone with a deep understanding of painting.

The other party also relies on means and strength, so it is really hard to say anything An Hao has.

"Do you want me to interfere?"

An Hao shook his head without hesitation, "No, this Zhenyi Studio has snatched away some of our customers, but there are disadvantages and advantages. After all, only competition can make progress."

Pei Sheng nodded and stopped mentioning this, "Hello, if you are in painting, I can recommend someone to you."

"Who?" An Hao sat up straight and turned around, raised his head to meet Pei Sheng's gaze, "You are not talking about you, are you?"

"No," Pei Sheng shook his head, "My brush can only draw you. The person I recommend is uncle."

An Hao blushed when he heard Pei Sheng's previous sentence, and when he reached the next sentence, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"I actually forgot my uncle."

During this period, she and Pei Sheng took Dundun to his uncle's small villa many times, because Mr. Pei also lived there, and the father and son are now living a pastoral life in the manor.

When the weather is good, I go for a walk in the manor in front. When I come back, I make it myself with the vegetables and fruits I picked. When I don’t take a walk, I write and draw in the yard, taking care of enlightening Si Zhiqing. Si Cheng and Jiang Nian also go around from time to time. Their actions also caused An Su and the others to ask a lot of questions about Chinese studies with the knowledgeable Uncle Pei. Now An Su has even started to learn Chinese painting with Pei Qingyun.

The quiet yard in the past can now hear the laughter of children from time to time, and Pei Qingyun's mental state has obviously improved. Pei Gu, who was originally annoyed by the many children in the yard, also agreed after seeing the time interval between his father's headaches.

"My uncle was a disciple of a master of Chinese studies. If there was no accident, he would probably surpass that master of Chinese studies. Ah, you can ask my uncle about his understanding of the poem "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

"Then let's go to my uncle's yard tonight for dinner."

**

Chen's house.

Chen Yun sat on the bed in her bedroom and opened the envelope that Chen Cheng gave him.

The thick stack of photos in the envelope instantly scattered on the carpet in front of me.

She bent down and picked up one of them and looked over, her eyes fixed.

When she looked in the car during the day, she only saw the other person's silhouette. She thought it was Luo Ancheng's golden house.

But now seeing the frontal photo of the woman in the photo, she immediately denied her guess.

The founder of the Tangtang yt, whose social image is even stronger than that of Ancheng, is how could he be hidden in the golden house?

Chen Yun held the bed sheets under her hands tightly with one hand, and her beautiful face was extremely complicated.

If it was an ordinary woman, she would fight without hesitation.

So what if she has a child, she pursues her love and tries to overcome all obstacles.

But the person she faced was Yan Ting, a woman who was actually many times better than herself even if she didn't want to admit it. Although she had never been with the other party face to face, Chen Yun had to admit that she was already a little timid.

When Chen Yun was still fighting against the gods, Chen Cheng knocked on her door.

"Little sister, can I get in?"

"Come in." Chen Yun put away all the photos scattered on the carpet, got up, walked to the mirror, adjusted her expression, and then looked at the door and replied.

Chen Cheng pushed open the door and walked in, and the invitation letter in his hand sang to Chen Yun.

"Little sister, the third anniversary invitation letter for mini live broadcast. Isn't your company still working with mini live broadcast? Let's go there together then?"

Chen Yun took the invitation letter and opened it and looked at it, "Is this day tomorrow night?"

Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Do you have no time tomorrow night?"

Chen Yun shook her head, "It's okay."

Chen Cheng felt that his younger sister seemed a little strange since she came back outside, but she didn't think too much about it and found a chair to sit on it, "I'll go to make a styling tomorrow. Do you want to be with me?"

"No, Wei Qingwu is the image ambassador for mini live broadcast this year. She should be invited this time. She is now an artist in our company. I interrupted to go with her."

Chen Cheng's eyes lit up when he heard the three words Wei Qingwu.

"Would you mind taking your brother with me?"

Chen Yun frowned, "Brother, do you fall in love with Wei Qingwu?"

"I have that meaning, but I don't know if the other party can fall in love with me?" A box of carefree men rarely showed a hint of embarrassment.

Chen Yun sat upright and his expression became serious, "Brother, others may not know Wei Qingwu's identity, but I mentioned it to you. Although she is just a cousin of the Wei family, Mrs. Wei treats Wei Qingwu as her biological daughter. Her status is comparable to that of the genuine Wei family. She is not the little star and young models who you want to play and spend money on when you spend money."
To be continued...